HIS PLAN
When I stand at the judgment seat of Christ,
And He shows me His plan for me
The plan of my life as it might have been
Had He had His way, and I see
How I blocked Him here, and I checked Him there,
And I would not yield my will -
Will there be grief in my Savior's eyes,
Grief, though He loves me still?
He would have me rich, and I stand there poor,
Stripped of all but His grace,
While memory runs like a hunted thing
Down the paths I cannot retrace.
Then my desolate heart will well-nigh break
With tears that I cannot shed;
I shall cover my face with my empty hands,
I shall bow my uncrowned head . . .
Lord, of the years that are left to me
I give them to Thy hand
Take me and break me, mold me to
The pattern Thou hast planned.
Next
to the poem mom had written her name. This was so like her. This was
truly her heart. She lived her life centered around a desire to be in
the center of God's will - to focus on eternal things as her utmost
priority.
How
I've often wished I could be more like her. I tend to get caught up in
the enjoyment of life - family, things, friends, fun, and the busyness of it
all. Not that any of those things are wrong . . . the Lord wants all of
us to live joyful and fulfilled lives. But where my mom most often saw
the eternal value in every day life - I tend to not always be aware of
it. I know I miss many opportunitites that come my way to hear His
voice, to show His kindness, to see people I pass through His eyes. To
be His hands extended.
My
prayer is . . . some day I will live my life more like my mom modeled -
with eternal value always in my heart and on my mind . . . and have a
blast doing it!
Happy Mother's Day Mom ~ Cathy
Happy Mother's Day Mom ~ Cathy